Cell

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Reporting live from a prison cell False accusations got me in the jail Wonder if my God walking with me, will the truth prevail Crackers got me locked up abroad in this living hell Maybe 'cause I’m young, black, and rich Man these bastards they want to target me Put my flame out, try to clip the wings of my artistry Used to keep a rick and two extra clips in the car with me But I never partake in rape or sex crimes that ain't a part of me It's quality over quantity, that’s one of my life codes MP3s, CDs, wax that's out my life too Playing international, Latin, Asian, and white hoes Despite my transgressions Erica still staying in wife mode I don't deserve it Unconditional for your love can't find the proper wording We got problems the way I'm living it's become a burden For you and my child I walk a million miles Wanna cop that dream house in Cali I put a million down Gibbs want the family like Kane want all the ratchet shit Multiple niggas living in my brain it's hard to manage it Multiple bitches spending my chains, popping that ass and shit I put these hoes in suites and I covered all of the damages Paid off the rap but I'm still dibbling-dabbling Quite the connoisseur these coke and heroin packages Turn the weed house to a coke and heroin establishment But fuck the game, I want to see my daughter become a graduate And life without you I can’t imagine it, I can’t foresee it Please forgive my loose infidelities we just human beings Used to cheat on Alexis with you and come scoop you up in the Beam 650 Coupe to tell the truth she's still up in my DMs But I left her in New York and I came running to you That night we shared our first kiss like it was nothing to it That night we made love for hours on top of hours Yeah, that body got devoured It’s such a divine power that brought us together Know we could make it through inclement weather Once I get back to your love I promise I'ma do better I promise I'ma be better for you and Irie Go somewhere they can't find me Conceive another baby on the island Loving a gangsta is stressful baby I can’t deny it But I don't want to lose my family due to a lack of tryin' I almost lost my life in Brooklyn I was lacking nine Niggas set me up, what the fuck They ain't no friend of mine Want to see my enemy slaying got me going the same Turn you into the source of my pain I had no one to blame Turned into a straight alcoholic, girl I feel so ashamed Thought that I could make things better copping that diamond brand But you were so unmaterialistic I'm blinded by drugs, money, and bitches I must have missed it A lot of things I've seen in life, on this mic they're just too explicit Rehabilitate my mission and praying for your forgiveness Give my heart to you My queen I dedicate this art to you Five minutes left on this yard, wrote fifty bars to you [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Five minutes left on this yard, wrote fifty bars to you As I sit behind these bars I wrote these bars to you [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Reporting live from a prison cell False accusations got me in the jail Funny cause I'm locked up for another nigga And he turned his back on me I thought you was my brother nigga No other nigga woulda did what I did Fed you and your kids Took you all around the world had you living the way I live I put clothes on your back, had you banging bitches I bang You in violation, thought you was claiming the gang I claim Put that on the file It's fuck a friend in this life of mine Ain't no weed licking and bitches these niggas ain't around I kept you on I was shipping packages out of town And all along I knew I was penitentiary bound Repping the set I go by them penitentiary rules My commissary stay fat no penitentiary blues We used to roll up that reggie every day after school Bet your brother turn in his grave to see we no longer cool Yeah, treated you better than my own blood Brought you out to Cali and set you up with your own blood Fronted you you fucked off that paper we ain't had no drug Went to jail, you ain't call my mama, you ain't show no love But I was with you the day your momma passed right Clicking no ticket who put your ass on the first flight Remember and that's the truth boy I put that there on my first born Cut a lot of motherfuckers off 'cause I put you first Lord Stacking up that paper niggas will bill with you Just because he's down to fight don't make him a real nigga When the police snatched me up my money went slow motion Cuz left me out in Europe on the first thing smokin' He ain't even stick around to see if I made bail Niggas will show they true colors if you let time tell You say "Will he go and flip on me?" I say no way in hell Niggas will show they true colors if you let time tell I gave my heart to him Pour gasoline and put the spark to him As I sit back behind bars I wrote these bars to him [Outro: Freddie Gibbs] Nigga Bitch nigga As I sit back behind bars I wrote these bars to him Kane